You walk out of your stall, with your new mask strapped onto your face, the loose chins jiggling as you walk to the sink. It feels suprisingly natural almost like it's not even there. You feel a strange sensation well up from within you, an urge to howl. You tilt your masked head back and let out a strange howl, one that sounded both human and animal, yet also incredibly pitiful. You look back into the mirror glancing around embarrassed and scared hoping no one had heard outside the bathroom door. You glance at your hands and suddenly freeze up, they're being covered in the same thick grey fur as the mask. You try to lift off your shirt to check your torso, but you start to feel incredibly heavy and begin finding it incredibly difficult to raise your arms. Thankfully, you don't have to for long, a thick fat gut bursts through your shirt leaving it tattered across the floor and as you figured it's also covered in fur. Soon your pants and shoes suffer the same fate, leaving only loose bits of your demolished clothing to be left on your body. Intact. but you have no way to remove the band of elastic that survived from your socks after your new massive wolf feet burst through destroying them or the remains of your red t-shirt that now more closely resemble an ill-fiting vest. You glance up at the mirror, examining your new obese werewolf form unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, you pick up a scent with your new wolf nose. Something smells wonderful. You can't see it beneath your new belly, but you feel your newly sheathed penis stand on end, completely engorged. You slowly begin to walk toward the scent, feeling the jiggling of your body with every step.